[Verse 1: Lou Gram]
Y'all n***as lame, get the bag and fumble it
I'm a real hustler, get the bag and I tumble it
Packs still going through he air, I never send [?]
Me, I'm the one they call when they people out
They don't play with us, they know what we about
N***as [?] them pills, pull up to your people house
N***as better do something, heard you really finished
Heard you rapping 'bout the streets, but I'm really in it
Heard your n***as talking [?] but I'm really in it
[?] dub any minute
[?] on the jeans
[?] on thеse n***as, I'm feeling like Mr. Clean

[Verse 2 ?]
N***as, thеy be capping like a [?]
[?] opps, get out the car if you ain't with it
[?] people like a midget
I'm a boss, bitch, [?] stand next to me, it's a privilage
I wasn't on the scene, how the fuck [?]Smoke premiom, you boys blowing on [?]
A hundred shots off, you gon' need more than a parametic
[?] debit card [?] credit
[?] bitch, you know I said it
I ain't into texting, bitch, I hope you n***as get the message
I ain't [?] but I'm always dressing
I just cashed your bitch [?] you better call Progressive
If the blicky on me, n***a, we all protected
One thing 'bout the gang, we all respected
If a n***a [?] we all gon' [?]
Bad bitches and bottles in my section, they all selected
Bitch, you better watch your mouth, who you playing with?
Feds come and get me right now, I ain't saying shit
[?] staying lit
[?]
[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
N***as ain't dropping shit, like to baby sit
Unc making blue sails on this 80's shit
Supercharger on a Monty Carlo, this an 86
We smoking knock out power, mixed with baby shit
That shit strong as hell
Turned your back on a n***a that fed you, you wrong as hell
I think I like this young bitch, she act grown as hell
Brodie said the rout got hot, we gon' load the mail
Bitch, I ain't trippin, I'm a ghetto n***a
And we can't be fucked with, Lou, tell them n***as
It's real [?] different
200 on the dash, everything I drive [?]
We don't really trip on what we spend, we got bags to blow
He tried to sell his whole kit, what he asking for?
I ain't got no beef with nobody, [?]
My country n***a want a bag, we gon' tax him for it